to control
This power given those?
Maybe all doors should be opened,
With none left to close.
Homeless Hunger, Homeless High
Half of a day spent
Just looking for food.
It’s no wonder that some
Might have an attitude
Constantly looked down upon,
It’s easy to feel low.
Hard to find comfort,
When you’re always told to go.
Can any of us lay blame
When these souls seek a “high”?
Since simpler pleasures, once known,
Are but a memory and long sigh.
Sadly, this need
Has a price that is well renown
In that universally, what goes up,
Must also come down.
Night
The night belongs to the cricket’s song,
At times the only thing heard.
The trees, aglow by streetlamps,
Much like the biblical bush being burned.
Alas, the weary can rest their heads
For a time to a tranquil peace.
Only the nocturnal, in their various forms,
Come alive with relative ease.
It’s a time of respite, renewal, and reflection
Toward a previous day’s events
And to wonder, dare I say even,
Dream a bit,
At tomorrow’s new challenges…
Tomorrow’s new expense.
Alpha
My friend, listen close.
Since I have shared this same pain
Living where no one’s allowed
To be equal, beneath only, no gain.
This path, when followed upon,
Can yield only more lost,
For to keep others down,
More harm is promised—
More harm the cost.
Without Home
There are many with broken spirits,
Roaming and wandering, day to day.
The great majority of these people, all types,
Would much rather have a home and stay.
Most are seeking what many take for granted,
Those basic things to survive,
While others hoping for a simple chance
To chase those dreams and thrive.
Men and women, young and old,
There are no restrictions apparent here,
And though there are some resources
That exist to help, often, they’re not near.
As these people look to be whole again,
Searching for those missing pieces not easily found,
Many often feel as if shackled, with
Steep roads ahead—perpetually bound.
Acknowledgment
Hey! Yes, you!
I’m right here in front.
No, not invisible,
I’m not bearing that brunt.
I would hope in the future,
Kind words might cross your lips,
But if not, anything would be better
Than that blank stare and hands on hips.
Don’t fear the connection.
It might even bring joy.
Remember how you couldn’t get enough
Of that first Christmas toy?
So please keep in mind,
A simple smile, an occasional hello
May go a long way toward another,
Providing a much-needed “social pillow.”
La-La Land
Oh my, how this City of Angels
Has grown
From a once small pueblo,
To this huge melting pot, at times unknown.
People come here
For something felt very deep.
Maybe it’s the weather or the stars,
Or the dreams while asleep.
It’s felt growing pains, like other cities,
To current to forget
Such as smog, traffic jams, gangs…
All placing their bet.
That even this huge, as some
May say, suburban sprawl
Will move people to a better place,
Even if the freeways are a crawl.
Reflection
Mounted to a wall,
No
